If you’re a runner, you know the feeling.
Every now and then, it all comes together. You’ve trained just enough, you’ve found just enough rest, your legs feel fresh, the weather is just right, and you’re running as if you’re weightless, moving fast and smooth, and as the miles click off, you never slow down and you wish you could run that way forever.
Not so much for me, lately, as I struggle to get back on the road.
Writing has a similar zone, one that I haven’t felt for a while. It’s been a rocky year and I’ve had difficulty in finding a rhythm. Just the ordinary trials of life that we all face. The week of Thanksgiving our furnace was out. It was so cold in the house I couldn’t put two words together. Then there’s work (the paying job) and work at home (the basement remodeling project)…
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